Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.